You walk fast, peeking behind you. They were behind you a minute ago. Where did they go?
Walking faster, you decide you don't want to find out. You break into a run, desperate to escape.
"Hey, where you going?" A voice asks, causing you to halt.
A guy stands in front of you, grinning. Peeking behind you, you see another guy.
"W-What do you want?" You stammer. Your heart hammered in your ears.
"Just to talk, kid," The man grins. You question his motivative. To talk, yeah, sure.
"What do you want to talk about?" You try to keep your voice steady, confident, but fail.
"Why'd you run?" The man in front of you moves closer. He touches his hand to your shoulder, and you try to back from his touch.
Do you really have an answer for that? Are you going to admit you were terrified of these men?
In a quick movement, the man shoves you back into dark alley. His buddy blocks your only escape route.
Your fate is sealed.
I forget who I used to be,
Those moments I spent laughing,
Depression kicked in,
Changing my outlook,
Changing my personality.
I was always the one people came to,
The one who gave advice,
The one who knew.
I vaguely remember doing those thing,
So why can't I do them now?
Why can't I be who I was?
Warning: Sarcasm Ahead.
Proceed at your own risk.
He left me. He's gone. His final words lingered in my mind. "I hate you."
Just another Phan Fiction
"Philip!" Dan's angry voice echoed through their flat. Phil found his way to Dan.
"What's wrong?" Phil questioned.
Dan pointed to the coffee table. Phil glanced down. Once again, Phil had left his worn socks on the table, along with a half full cup of coffee and an old bowl of cereal, Dan's cereal.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to put them away."
Phil quickly grabbed the bowl and coffee, running into the kitchen. However, he tripped over his feet, causing him to fall. Both the cup and the bowl shattered.
Dan rushed in to find his friend laying on the floor. "Phil!"
He rushed to help Phil up. The floor was covered in broken glass and leftover liquid. Dan's focus was on Phil though. Pieces of glass pierced Phil's skin, causing him to bleed.
"You need to be more careful," Dan lectured. His earlier anger had vanished from his voice. He spent the rest of the evening playing mum. He had to clean up Phil's wounds and then clean up Phil's mess.
He ordered Phil to go to the lounge while he cleaned up the kitchen. Phil obeyed with little objections.
"Okay, it's clean," Dan said, walking back into the lounge.
"Do you want to watch an anime?" Phil questioned.
Dan sat down on the couch, next to Phil. Phil inched closer to Dan, leaning his head on his shoulder. Dan sighed but complied. He put his arm around Phil, causing Phil to sigh in content.
As the boys watched anime, Dan noticed the socks on the table had been moved. Knowing Phil, they probably hadn't made it to his room, but progress is progress.
"I love you," Dan said quietly, kissing Phil softly on his head.
"I love you too," Phil replied, nuzzling himself against Dan's chest.
We are all broken
Every single one of us
Whether you look at it in a religious sense
Or a human sense.
We all lie and cry,
steal and scream.
Little thing destroy us.
People break us.
Some people fight.
They fight to be mended.
Others give up.
They know there is no winning.
I don't know where you stand.
Are you fighting or giving in?
I only know my stance
and I am done.
To a man I never met,
I wish I had the pleasure to meet you,
to see how you truly impacted his life.
Surely you know, but I'll tell you again.
Your son is amazing.
A boy with issues, partially due to losing you,
but a boy that can always make my day.
He's kind and smart,
passionate when it matters.
He knows what he wants
and will fight for that.
He loves his friends, and his family.
He knows how to make things right.
I wish you could see who he became
And the impact you made on his life.
I thank you for your service,
of years in the Coast Guard.
I thank your family and all their service,
I thank you for impacting your son.
He wants to become a police officer to help
people. You've made your mark.
I pray that as I write this, you are in heaven,
looking down, smiling, proud of him.
To the man I can never have the pleasure of meeting.
Do you know what it’s like to feel completely worthless?
Nothing you do is good enough.
The world around you acts as though you don’t exist
And perhaps you shouldn’t.
You are only talked to when you are needed for something
Or in blamed and in trouble.
You can be replaced any moment at the drop of a hat.
All it takes is one text.
But she needs me, someone argues, I can’t just not be there.
Yeah, but what if I need you?
What if you are my rock who is keeping me from doing something stupid?
Do you even care?
I guess it doesn’t matter anymore because you don’t care.
I might as well see myself out.
Time ticks down for me. This is the last straw.
I’m simply doing this because it’s something you are supposed to do; a formality, I guess. At this point, I’m not sure anyone will actually miss me. I know I wasn’t anybody’s favorite, that much was obvious. I guess I worked well as a time passer. This has honestly been a long time coming.
Mum, dad, I am sorry. I suppose the good news is that I’m finally listening to you, Dad. I’m not going to be a teacher. I know you never wanted that for me. You two can stop pretending to be happy. The marriage can fall apart with little repercussions. I know you only stayed together for me.
To the rest of my family, I’m sorry that I never met your standards. I never measured up. I’m not as smart as my cousins or as pretty, a fact you made blatantly obvious every time I saw you.
To my “friends”, I’m sorry you’ll have to find a new time killer. You will have to find someone else who will listen to your problems.
In short, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was never good enough, but I guess that won’t matter anymore.
Let’s Be A Team
The entire school was buzzing. A new elite team? Everybody was trying to guess who would be on the team, as well as explaining why they would be a member.
The headmaster announced the new team about a week ago, on Friday. He told us that next Friday, today, he would tell us who was going to be on the new team.
Only one more hour until the assembly.
I was probably the only kid in the school who didn't care who was on the team. I was probably the only one who believed they weren't going to be on it.
The only reason I was excited for this assembly is so everyone else would shut up. And it got me out of gym class. Mostly the gym class part.
I sat in my class, which was just a study hall. I was the only person in the entire class who was actually doing his/her work.
When the announcement came, everyone jumped up. I snuck my book with me to the auditorium to read while the headmaster gave his speech and read off the names.
I took chose a seat in the middle and began reading my book. Soon the crowd hushed and the headmaster began speaking. I barely listened until he began reading off the names.
Of course, the girl with the photographic memory who can read things at the speed of light. Okay, probably slight exaggeration, but she does read incredibly fast.
The boy who has hacked his way into countless security systems.
The boy who can literally kill you with anything and can use any weapon you hand him.
The girl who is good at everything. She is insanely smart and good with weapons.
"And finally, Charlotte Hart."
The name didn't register at first. It wasn't until I was being jabbed in the ribs that I realized that it was me.
I slowly stood and made my way to the front of the auditorium. I climbed the stairs of the stage and stood next to my new teammates.
I have no idea how I made it on the team. I wasn't exceptionally good at anything. Most of my classes I was passing with average grades. How did I make it onto the elite team?
Apparently, the rest of the school wanted to know that as well, because after the assembly, students pooled in the front, asking the Headmaster how I got onto the team.
His reply: "Everyone brings their own skills to the team."
Of course, that didn't answer any of our questions. I didn't know what skills I brought.
All I know is as of today, I was a member of the elite team.
Two girls, broke life
Each girl has their own baggage
The sister of the Golden Girl
A cold blooded murderer
Golden Girl takes the fall,
Little sister trapped with memories.